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©2011 by Dawn Tevy
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Angels
& Warriors The
Awakening Written
by: Dawn Tevy WARNING: Magic is real! Though it lies dormant in most humans it is at your core. In order to read this book you must awaken your magic. Be warned, once awakened you will never see the world the same. If you are prepared to discover what your soul seeks read the following spell. Spell of Awakening: Seeing through the veil is what I desire, to see the unseen will elevate me higher. In search of what lies between reality and dreams, I am no longer vulnerable to darkness and schemes. With an open heart and a mind that’s clear, fall away illusions you’re not welcome here. Remove the haziness brought forth over time; I demand you return the magic that’s mine. Legend and lore, truth or lies, transport me back and open my eyes. Congratulations, your awakening is underway. Angels & Warriors may now provide you passage, taking you back to a time and land, long since forgotten yet where it all began. Chapter 1 Winds of Change
“Things do not change; we change.” ~Henry David Thoreau
The sun shone brightly in
Pathrow, white clouds dotting the pale blue afternoon sky. Vinard escorted Lady
Tenà and Enisa into town on their daily outing. Enisa, an older yet spry woman,
was Tenà’s Lady-in-waiting and Vinard, a dedicated and accomplished soldier,
was Lady Tenà’s personal guard. Tenà traveled nowhere without her two
companions whom she had personally chosen.
Vinard loved his job and
took his charge seriously, despite the occasional goading he received from
fellow soldiers.
“You’re just a glorified
babysitter, not a soldier!” they’d taunt.
“And you’re envious,” was
all he’d say. Vinard never felt the need to explain or defend his position to
anyone. It was a well-known fact that every
soldier in Montronvarr, young and old, had at some point put in for Vinard’s post.
Vinard was honored to have
been granted such an esteemed post and privileged to have the assignment all to
himself. Had King Jonrae insisted on having things his way, Tenà would have
been accompanied by twenty soldiers at all times.
Vinard understood that Tenà
was more than just the king’s only child, or future Queen of Montronvarr. She
was their nation’s future.
A stunning woman, Lady Tenà
was considered the ultimate prize, sought after by every royal suitor near
and far. In the prime of her life, Tenà was a gorgeous and petite brunette. Her
cat-like gray eyes always seemed to sparkle, her full crimson lips were usually
turned up in an enchanting smile, and her long dark hair was typically pulled
back in an elaborate display. Vinard recalled the day he had become Tenà’s personal guard. It had been some years prior when Vinard was still Sir Gwilam’s protégé. Gwilam was the commander-in-chief of Montronvarr’s Army and as such answered only to the King. Because of this, Vinard spent a great deal of time in the presence of King Jonrae.
Though mature in years, the
King was as fit as any of his finest soldiers. Vinard found debates between the
intimidating King and his dainty daughter somewhat amusing.
“Why do I need to travel
with any guards at all, Father?” Tenà started one such deliberation.
“Tenà, we’ve been through
this a million and one times; I will not permit you to travel outside the gates
of Darvah without a personal escort.” Jonrae’s voice elevated slightly, “Just
look at what happened last week when you snuck out.” The King jutted a finger
towards Tenà’s wrist.
Tenà huffed, “I told you,
Father, I fell. Guards or not, I still would have fallen. It was an accident!
They do happen. Besides, I am seventeen years old.”
“Nevertheless…”
“Father, please. You know as
well as I do that there is no one in all of Montronvarr that would ever harm
me, much less right here in our capital. The people of Pathrow would protect
me—never hurt me.” At that point, she turned to the guard and said, “Tell my
father, Vinard.”
Tenà’s prompting stunned
Vinard.
Did she really just bring me into
a debate between her and the king?
“Vinard, I respect your
opinion,” the King said, “What say you on this matter?”
Collecting himself, Vinard
took a deep breath, inclining his head, “I agree with Lady Tenà, Majesty. I
cannot imagine anyone ever wanting to harm her. That being said, I do not feel
that she should travel alone.”
Vinard ignored the black
look Tenà shot him and continued, “As much faith as I have in our people, Sire,
many travelers come to our lands from foreign lands and I can say not what
their intentions are. I, however,” Vinard glanced briefly at Tenà, “cannot
believe that anyone would be imprudent or irrational enough to come to our
country conspiring to deliberately harm or abduct the princess.”
Tenà grinned faintly.
“If someone were foolish
enough to attempt such an act, it would be their last.” Vinard’s statement left
no room for the king to question his conviction.
Giving a subtle nod, the
king then turned to Gwilam, “Your Lordship, what say you?”
The duke nodded, “I concur
with Vinard, Majesty; no one would dare touch a hair on Her Highness’ lovely
head knowing they would inevitably have to face your wrath. Still, I too do not think it wise for Lady Tenà to roam
about unaccompanied.”
Tenà’s expression hardened.
With a firm nod King Jonrae
walked over to his chair. Taking his seat, the king stroked his beard lightly,
silently deliberating.
“You may personally choose
two companions,” he said at last, “one male and one female. They will be with you at all times when you
are outside the gates of Darvah.”
Tenà bit her lip, “Yes, Father,
thank you.” Grinning, Tenà bounced on her toes, “I choose Vinard.”
Me?
This caught Vinard
completely by surprise. Vinard looked from Sir Gwilam, to the king then locked
eyes with Tenà who was positively beaming. Shaking his head slightly, Vinard
couldn’t help but grin.
“Wise choice, daughter, but
I don’t know that Gwilam will let Vinard go quite so easily, his training has
scarcely begun.”
The king turned to Gwilam
who considered the request for several long moments. Finally, the commander
said, “He may serve as Lady Tenà’s personal guard, but he will continue his
training with me as well.”
Taking a deep breath the
king studied his daughter carefully, “I appreciate the bond of friendship you
and Vinard share, Tenà. After all, the two of you were practically raised
together. But I want it understood that while Vinard is on duty he is your
guard first and your friend second. Can you do this?”
Tenà didn’t hesitate, “Of
course, Father.”
The king looked to Vinard,
who nodded.
“It is done then.”
“Thank you.” Tenà
enthusiastically rushed to Vinard’s side.
Walking over to the pair,
the king looked from one to the other, his gaze settling upon Vinard, “Remember
my words; with her at all times when she is beyond the castle.”
“Yes, Majesty. Rest assured
I shall never leave her side once we step outside the gates of Darvah…”
That was seventeen years ago, where has the time gone?
Vinard
glanced at Tenà walking beside him. So
much is different, yet so little has changed. I would not trade a single one of
these outings for anything.
Entering the outskirts of
town, the trio was greeted by vibrantly colored buildings lining either side of
the dirt street they walked along. Glancing around, Tenà smiled.
Here we go, Vinard thought with a
snicker.
“What?” Tenà asked.
Vinard stifled another
chuckle. “Nothing,” he answered innocently.
Tenà blushed, “What? I
didn’t say it.”
“Perhaps; but you were
thinking it.” Vinard never missed an opportunity to have a little fun with
Tenà.
“So I’m easily amused,
arrest me. Besides…”
“They look like children
painted them. We know,” Enisa and Vinard said in unison.
Tenà laughed, “Well, they
do.”
“Yes, My Lady,” Vinard acknowledged with a bow.
“If you’ve said it once,
you’ve said it a hundred times,” putting his hand on his hip, Vinard raised his
voice a few octaves pretending to be Tenà. “‘Every time I walk down these
streets, I can’t help but imagine children with brightly colored paints, painting
the buildings the way only children could, laughing, splashing bright colors
about, and having nothing but fun.’”
Tenà laughed at his
impersonation, “Well done, but admit it; there is no other town in all of
Montronvarr as vibrant as Pathrow. They’re all extraordinarily bland compared
to here.”
“Pathrow is an incredibly
beautiful place,” Enisa agreed.
“There!” Tenà said
triumphantly. Grinning, she shot Vinard a sideways glance; he was smiling from
ear to ear.
“What now?”
Vinard shook his head,
“Nothing. You’re simply delightful. You are no longer a child by any means, yet
you still see things with such innocence. You find beauty in things most others
overlook.” He took a step closer as they walked. “But as innocent as you may
appear, I know better,” he winked, “I’d never
cross you.”
Enisa grinned, “Who would
possibly be that foolish?”
Tenà rolled her eyes, “Come
on; you two make it seem as if I could level an entire nation with a single
look.”
Vinard’s brow rose,
“Couldn’t you?”
Tenà shook her head seriously,
“No, I could not.”
Smiling, Vinard let it go.
Vinard watched Tenà for two
heartbeats as they walked on, does she
really think I haven’t noticed? I know to everyone else she appears to be
perfectly content, but I can see so much more behind those beautiful eyes of
hers, Vinard sighed. For months now,
there’s been a sadness I’ve never seen before.
It was only a matter of
moments before the citizens of Pathrow realized Tenà was in town. Rari, the
blacksmith looked up from the red hot horse shoe he was pounding. “Good
afternoon, My Lady,” he shouted over the reverberating clangs of his hammer.
Tenà waved, “Good day,
Rari.”
Making his way to the
rubbish pile, Maz the butcher caught sight of Tenà. “Lovely to see you,
Princess,” he bellowed in a baritone voice.
Tenà inclined her head.
“Poor fella,” she said as
they passed, “he still can’t hear a thing.”
Vinard let out a hardy
laugh, “Poor fella? Lucky fella is more like it. Lucky he’s still in one piece.
Did you see the damage his latest experiment did? It blew a hole the size of an
ox clean through his barn.”
Tenà laughed. “You’re right;
it is rather amazing he still has all his limbs intact.”
Meena, Dr. Balint’s wife and
town herbalist, stood on the porch of her pale pink shop. She was chatting with
Tergar, the local shop keeper, who waved to Tenà. Spotting the princess, Meena
waved too. “Join us for dinner this afternoon, Lady Tenà?”
Smiling, Tenà waved back,
“Not today, Meena, thank you. Will you be joining us at the masque this eve?”
“Wouldn’t miss it, My Lady,”
Meena said brightly before returning her attention to Tergar.
Children playfully chased
each other through the streets, their laughter floating through the town.
Seeing Tenà, a group of them ran excitedly over to her. Knowing what was
coming, Vinard and Enisa stepped aside.
“My Lady, My Lady, Hi!”
“Your Highness, good day to
you.”
“Greetings, Princess.”
“Hello, Majesty.”
Tenà beamed, hugging each of
the children.
“How do you do, Princess
Tenà.”
“Lady Tenà, hello.”
Watching Tenà with the
children, Enisa smiled brightly,
“She’s going to make a fine mother someday.”
Vinard grinned, “That she will, Enisa.”
Enisa studied Vinard as he
watched Tenà, “Have you ever thought of courting her?”
Every single day…
Shaking
his head, Vinard’s grin evaporated, “Me? No,” the answer came so naturally, it
almost sounded believable.
Enisa grinned, “Well I just
hope she settles down soon. Prince Kalleel seems to be a promising suitor.”
Sure, if you like tall, dark, and pompous.
“Do you not agree?” Enisa
asked.
NO I DO NOT AGREE! I THINK he is a horse’s arse!
Vinard shrugged, “Never
really given it much thought. I guess he’s all right.”
Watching Tenà, Vinard’s
smile returned, he gestured with a nod for Enisa to look.
“Princess,” A little voice
called.
“Aww,” Enisa cooed, “Tenà
can’t hear her over the other children.”
The tiny voice tried again,
this time a little louder, “Princess.”
Tenà still didn’t hear, but
must have felt the sharp tug on the front of her dress. Looking around, the
princess saw a young girl beaming up at her. The child was no more than five or
six years old. She had bright blue eyes, round pink cheeks sprinkled with
freckles, a button nose, and a sweet, cherub-like smile.
Tenà’s smile grew even
brighter, “Hello, Desta.”
The little girl shyly
hunched her tiny shoulders, “Hello, Princess.”
“I’m so glad to see you’re
feeling better, sweetheart.”
Desta nodded her head
enthusiastically, “I feel much better, My Lady. Mama says you sent your doctor
to our house and that you’re the reason why I’m all better.”
Tenà tapped the young girls
nose affectionately, “I didn’t do a single thing. Doctor Balint and your mommy
helped make you better.”
The little girl shook her
head emphatically. “No, no, no,” she insisted looking up at Tenà with resolve.
“Mama said if it wasn’t for you, I might not be here.” Desta reached deep into
the pocket on the front of her dress, pulling out a small bouquet of yellow
dandelions, clumps of dirt still dangling from the roots. Proudly she presented
her gift to Tenà, “So I brought you these.”
Putting her hand over her
mouth, Tenà suppressed a giggle, “Thank you, dear one, they are lovely.” Tenà
knelt down, hugging Desta warmly.
Tucking her cheek bashfully
into her shoulder Desta rocked back and forth, “You’re welcome, Princess.”
Lovingly she pecked Tenà on the cheek then ran over to her mother who stood
across the way.
“Thank you,” her mother
mouthed silently, bowing her head.
Smiling graciously, Tenà
returned the gesture.
Standing up, Tenà tucked
Desta’s bouquet carefully into her own pocket.
After saying good-bye to all
the children Tenà re-joined Vinard and Enisa. The threesome continued through
town.
It seemed as if everyone was
out this day.
“It just doesn’t get any
better than this!” Tenà said cheerfully. “The endless trees…the fresh sea air…and
most of all the wonderful people.” Tenà gestured to her right. “Look at Kari
sitting over there on the bench kissing and loving her beautiful baby.” Tenà
motioned to the left. “And look there at the Galbraith’s walking hand in hand
down the street. They’ve been together forever. They must be in what, their
seventies by now? They still look positively smitten with one another.”
Tenà grinned watching
countless others busying themselves with their daily chores.
“But?” Vinard interjected.
“But what?” Tenà asked
innocently.
Vinard smirked, “Come on
now. I know you better than that, Tenà. You’ve had something on your mind for
some time now.”
Tenà looked at Vinard
curiously.
Vinard chuckled, “Just
because I don’t say something, doesn’t mean I don’t notice. But I’ve let it go
long enough, time to confess.”
Tenà’s smile faded, “You
know me too well.”
Vinard shrugged, “We’ve been
friends since before either one of us can remember. What do you expect?” He
considered Tenà thoughtfully. “Now, what’s been bothering you for all these
months?” he asked tenderly, “And don’t tell me nothing; I won’t buy it.”
Tenà sighed. “I don’t know,”
she shrugged. “It’s so perfect here, but lately...”
“Go on.”
“Well, it’s just that lately
I’ve been wondering what else is out there. Is there someplace else I’m meant
to be? I feel so alone at times. Something’s missing, Vinard, I can feel it.”
“Someone to share your life
with, perhaps,” Enisa interjected smoothly.
Tenà and Vinard laughed,
Enisa’s comment caught them completely by surprise.
“That was masterful,” Vinard
commended.
“Yes it was,” Tenà smiled.
Enisa grinned, “I have my
moments.”
“Always my father’s
advocate, aren’t you?”
“I’m just suggesting...”
Tenà held up her hand, “I
understand, Enisa, I’m not opposed to marriage; I just want to choose the right
man to spend the rest of my life with. You know that. But that’s not what’s
missing, there’s more. I…”
Their conversation was interrupted
by one of Tenà’s dearest friends. The stout, strawberry-blond woman stood in
the doorway of Tenà’s favorite teashop.
“Good day, My Lady,” the
woman called, “would you care for a spot of tea?”
Tenà smiled brightly,
probably delighted with the opportunity to change the subject. “I would love
some, Christa.”
Tenà and Enisa joined Reya,
Prue, and Christa, three of Tenà’s closest friends, at their usual corner table
on the flower-covered veranda. Vinard took his customary post, standing off to
one side.
“Good afternoon, ladies.”
Tenà took her seat. “Unusually lovely weather we’re having, wouldn’t you say?”
Christa smiled. “Yes it is
quite beautiful.”
“Good afternoon, yes I am
rather enjoying all this gorgeous sunshine,” Reya agreed.
Prue’s interests clearly
lied elsewhere. “Good afternoon, Vinard,” she greeted coyly.
Vinard bowed his head
slightly, “Good afternoon, milady.”
“You may call me Prue,
Vinard.”
“Prue,” Reya asserted with a
nudge, “Tenà commented on how lovely the weather has been.”
“Oh,” Prue tore her
attention from Vinard, “yes, I suppose it’s nice, but I can’t wait for winter
to get here. I love the snow.”
Vinard grinned. Good old Prue, always the odd one out. Each
of Tenà’s friends was charming in her own unique way, but Prue’s opinions
always seemed to differ from the others. A few years younger than Tenà, Prue
was quite striking with her pale complexion, light brown hair, and bright green
eyes.
Reya on the other hand was a
blue-eyed blond, also known as the ‘oldest and boldest,’ a title Tenà had
lovingly bestowed upon her.
Then there was Christa, the
seemingly quiet one of the bunch. Also, the only married one.
Sipping their tea, the women
discussed the upcoming masque.
Vinard found his privileged
insight into the world of women quite enlightening.
“Tenà,” Reya began, “do tell,
will Prince Kalleel be attending this evening’s events?” Her question bordered
on being an accusation.
Let’s hope not,
Vinard thought.
Tenà blushed guiltily,
“Perhaps.”
Prue leaned forward, resting
her cheek on her hand. “So,” she raised her brows, “are you seriously
considering his proposal?”
Enisa glanced up at Vinard,
whose uncomfortable fidget was noticed only by her. Giving him a consoling
smile, Enisa quickly returned her attention to the conversation at hand.
“Perhaps,” Tenà’s blush
deepened.
Pressing her cup to her
lips, Tenà took a long sip of tea then set the cup down. “I don’t know. I do
like him…a lot,” Tenà sighed, “but I don’t know that I love him.”
Thank God.
Staring at her cup intently,
Tenà ran her finger along the rim. “I only want to marry someone I’m truly in
love with,” Tenà looked at her friends, “You know that.”
“We know.” Christa patted
Tenà’s hand. “Do you believe he is interested in you, or your wealth and power?” Christa had never been one to dance
around any subject.
Tenà shrugged, “That’s the
question, isn’t it? I’m not quite sure. What do you think?”
“I think,” Reya interjected,
“that you, of all people, have always known exactly what you want out of life
and should settle for nothing less.” Smiling mischievously Reya continued, “I
also think Kal is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. If you don’t want him,
may I have him?”
The women all giggled like
schoolgirls.
Take him, please.
Christa chimed in, “I must
admit those broad shoulders, dark hair, and hazel eyes are rather striking.”
Reya laughed, “Christa,
you’re not supposed to notice other men, you’re married.”
“Maybe so, but I’m not dead
and I’m certainly not blind.”
Prue huffed, “Say what you
want about Kal, but I think Vinard’s just as beautiful. He has broad shoulders, dark hair, and I prefer his blue
eyes.”
Vinard froze. All eyes were
on him. He had no idea what to do or where to look. This not only made his ‘top
ten list’ of most embarrassing moments, it shot straight to number one.
Tenà stared at Vinard with
the rest of the women. He could clearly see she was holding back a fit of
laughter.
She’s never going to let this
one go. I’ll never hear the end of it.
With a wink Tenà turned back
to her friends, “I am willing to consider more with him.”
Everyone looked back at
Vinard.
“Kal, with Kal,” Tenà
chuckled.
Vinard relaxed, thankful for
Tenà’s subtle deterrent, although with Prue around he knew it was at best only
a temporary respite.
“I will allow him to court
me, but the problem with courting is that most people put on an act. At what
point do you get to see the true person? Once you’re married?” Tenà shook her
head, “I really hate games. If I can’t be myself when I’m around someone, I
don’t want to be around that person. Take me as I am or be gone.”
Well said.
“Here, here,” Prue held her
cup up.
“Here, here!” The women
toasted Tenà’s declaration.
“You are so fortunate that
your father does not believe in arranged marriages,” Reya said.
“Trust me, I know.” Tenà
knocked twice on the wooden table. “I will never marry for land nor will I
marry for money or power. I would gladly live out all of my days in a straw hut
with dirt floors, pulling a plow, with a man who truly loves
me. Rather than live in the
most lavish of castles with servants, endless land, and a man who is only with
me for the conveyance of my riches.” Tenà sipped her tea, “Lucky for me my
father sees things precisely as I do on this matter.”
Vinard recalled one such
time when the king had said as much, “I cherish and respect you far too much,
Tenà, to force such narrow-minded and selfish rituals upon you. There is no
pressure, my darling; you will know when you have found the proper suitor. When
such a time arises and you deem a gentleman worthy of your hand, you shall have
my blessing.”
Finishing her tea, Tenà set
her cup down.
She glanced up
at Vinard who pulled her chair out for her.
“Well, ladies, if you will
excuse me,” Tenà stood, “I have a rendezvous with a waterfall this afternoon. I
will see all of you tonight.”
Reya smiled. “Cannot wait!”
“See you tonight,” Christa
said with a wave.
“Good bye, Vinard.”
“Good day, milady,” Vinard replied
back politely, escorting Tenà and Enisa out of the teashop.
Once out of ear shot of the
women Vinard turned to Tenà who was clearly struggling not to laugh.
“Not a word,” he grumbled.
Tenà slapped her hand over
her mouth, “Nope,” she shook her head.
The three headed for the
Forest of Nombin. To Vinard’s relief, there was no further discussion about
Prue, although there was a muffled snicker or two.
Reaching the end of town
Tenà saw old man Hern, the local rancher, coming out of his bright red barn. He
was leading Zuri, his prize mare, to a paddock.
Waving, Tenà called out,
“Good afternoon, Mr. Hern. I have some free time; would you like a hand
shoveling out your stalls?”
Old man Hern waved back,
“Good day, My Lady. No, not today, but thank you.”
Mr. Hern was the oldest
living person in Pathrow. He was, as Tenà would say, “Ninety-four years young,”
but didn’t look a minute over seventy. Not a single day went by that he wasn’t
outside bailing hay, shoveling stalls, or chasing his great-great-grandchildren
around the yard.
Quite talented with swords as
well, he had taught Tenà a thing or two.
The trio continued on their
way.
Why does she insist on going to the forest every day?
Vinard
wondered as they walked. What is so great
about a few oversized trees and a waterfall? She’s got that and more on the
grounds of Darvah. Vinard glanced at Tenà who was smiling radiantly.
But it does make her happy.
Tenà inhaled deeply as they
got closer to the forest. I do so love
the fresh smell of the wood. Tenà’s pace quickened. I hope she’s here today.
“Tenà, what’s so fantastic
about being in the forest?” Vinard asked.
Tenà chuckled. “I know you
do not understand, but for me it’s the most amazing place I’ve ever been. It’s
green, full of life, incredibly tranquil, but most of all it’s freeing. When
I’m in there, I can be myself, as there are no onlookers, no courtiers, no need
for ‘proper etiquette’, and certainly no need to bow or curtsy to those more superior than one’s self.” Tenà smiled
at Vinard. “I can even belch as loud as a sailor and no one would…”
Enisa stopped dead in her
tracks, mouth agape. The appalled look on her face sent Vinard and Tenà into a
fit of laughter.
“I don’t make a habit of it,
Enisa,” Tenà said, knowing Enisa was absolutely beside herself at the mere
thought of such behavior from a ‘Lady’.
“I should hope not. If I
ever…”
“Don’t worry, Enisa; even in
the forest I am a ‘proper’ lady,” Tenà winked slyly at Vinard, who smiled back
appreciatively.
When they reached the
forest’s edge Tenà gathered up her long dress, tucking it neatly under the edge
of her corset. This made it easier to maneuver through the heavily vegetated
wood.
Kicking off her cumbersome
shoes, Tenà set off, leaving her companions behind. “See you in a bit,” she
said brightly.
“Remind me again why we let
her go off alone,” Tenà heard Enisa ask Vinard.
“Because…” he began.
Tenà turned, “Because you
love me,” she shouted, disappearing into the green depths of her wonderland.
Walking through the forest
barefoot, following a trail beside the river, Tenà grinned as the cool
moss-covered ground squished between her toes. The Forest of Nombin was laden
with ancient trees, their broad trunks, and thick roots cloaked in jade green.
Vast branches seemed to almost touch the sky, creating a never-ending canopy.
Making her way toward her
favorite haven, Tenà marveled at the transformation taking place right before
her eyes. The entire forest was soaked in the rich colors of autumn. Deep
shades of amethyst, bright ruby red, and glittering yellow topaz were sprinkled
among the green and brown backdrop of the forest.
Multi colored leaves
dappling the moist forest floor danced slightly as a light wind blew. Long
blades of golden grass swayed in the gentle breeze and moss speckled boulders
added splashes of various green hues to Mother Nature’s masterpiece.
Inhaling the crisp
invigorated air, she sighed peacefully, “I love fall.”
Looking up, she smiled,
watching as squirrels dashed hurriedly to and fro with their busying
activities. Collecting their bounty of nuts and berries, they prepared for the
long winter. Everywhere Tenà looked, the forest surged with vitality.
At last, she reached the
waterfall of Ekantra.
She’s back!
“Hello,” Tenà greeted.
Five magnificent wolves
approached Tenà. She greeted them with scratches on the chin and pats on the
head. Walking over to her favorite hawthorn tree, now proudly wearing its
autumn jewels of golden-orange leaves, Tenà sat down.
The matriarch of the wolves
was one of the biggest animals she had ever seen. She was dark gray in
color—almost black—and positively majestic. The wolf approached Tenà, carrying
a purple rose in her mouth.
The princess accepted the
gift, “Thank you, Xantara. It’s exquisite, just like you.” Tenà breathed in the
flower’s sweet fragrance. “Mmm, and it smells heavenly. I’ll wear it tonight;
it will go perfectly with my gown.”
It was the last day of the
blood moon, and tonight’s grand ball was being held in Tenà’s honor, as it was
every year. Because the princess was the honored guest it would be a masque,
her favorite.
Tucking her precious gift
carefully behind her ear, Tenà leaned back against the moss-cushioned trunk of
her ancient hawthorn. Xantara lay beside Tenà, resting her head on the
princess’ lap while the other wolves settled nearby.
“What odd companions we
make, human and wolves,” Tenà said lightly, “I remember the first day we met
like it was yesterday. I don’t know what I would have done had you not come
along.” Tenà rubbed her wrist gently. “That arse probably would have killed me,
or knocked me over the head and dragged me back to his cave.” I truly believed he was ‘the one’. She
sighed. “I’m just thankful you came along when you did, and I’m even happier
you chose to stick around and have me as your friend.” The events of that
fateful day replayed in Tenà’s mind. With a huff she patted the wolf’s head.
“Don’t get me wrong I’m incredibly thankful for that day, but I prefer to
forget the circumstances which led us to each other all together.” Tenà quickly
pushed all unpleasantness from her mind.
Scattered rays of golden
sunlight broke through the canopy warming the cool air. Closing her eyes, Tenà
soaked in the warmth. This is paradise.
Lulled by the waterfall,
Tenà nestled deeper into her moss cushion.
Filling her lungs to
capacity, she took in the divine aroma of the surrounding forest. The warm
earthy scent of cedar trees, the sweet smell of the blue autumn clematis, and
the aromatic rosemary all melded together with the refreshing mist from the
waterfall. If only it could be captured.
“I’ve missed your company of
late, Xantara.” Tenà scratched the wolf’s ear. “I hope you don’t leave again,
at least not anytime soon. It’s far too lonely when you’re not around.” Tenà
glanced at the other wolves, “Not that I don’t enjoy your company.” Tenà leaned close to Xantara. “It’s just different
with you,” she whispered.
Tenà stayed with her friends
for a time, enjoying the solitude and tranquility only Mother Nature could
provide. Eventually, she peered up at the sky. The murkiness of twilight had begun
submerging Nombin into the shadows of night several hours ahead of schedule.
“That’s odd,” Tenà said,
causing Xantara to lift her head, “The weather is a bit off.” Tenà looked at
her friend, “I think it best if I head back to Darvah. Besides, I have a masque
to get ready for.”
Standing up Tenà stretched
before reaching down and patting each of the wolves. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Looking around, Tenà locked
eyes with Xantara who’d moved off to one side. The sorrowful look in the wolf’s
eyes was almost painful.
Tenà’s brows knitted
together. “Aww, please do not look so dejected, Xantara,” Tenà walked over to
the wolf, scratching her chin. “I’ll be back tomorrow; I promise.”
Making her way out of the
darkening forest, Tenà noticed Xantara following her and stopped. “What are you
doing? You’ve never followed me before.”
Staring up at Tenà, the wolf
didn’t move.
Tenà shrugged. “As you wish,
I’m always grateful of your company for as long as I may have it.”
Continuing out of the wood,
Xantara remained at Tenà’s side.
Hearing leaves crunch, Enisa
turned. Finally. “I think I hear
her.”
The moment Tenà came into
view Enisa’s eyes grew wide. The site of the huge wolf beside the princess was
paralyzing. Enisa found it impossible to speak.
Tenà had told them about Xantara
and her pack numerous times, which is why they allowed her to go into the
forest without them, but they had never seen any of the enormous wolves until
now.
Trembling, Enisa stepped
closer to Vinard, who had his hand firmly poised on the hilt of his sword.
“Relax, Enisa,” he mumbled. “Tenà, who’s your friend?”
What? Stunned, Enisa looked at
Vinard. Who’s your friend! How can he ask that so casually?
“I’m sorry, where are my
manners? Enisa, Vinard, this is Xantara the matriarch of the wolves I told you
about.”
Unsure what to do, Enisa
looked to Vinard. Following his lead, she inclined her head slightly. Enisa
couldn’t be positive, but she was fairly certain Xantara returned the gesture.
It didn’t seem that Tenà was
paying attention to any of this. Squinting, she looked westward toward the
Havagran mountain range.
Enisa turned in that
direction. Seeing a thick wall of black thunderheads making their way toward
Pathrow, Enisa found her tongue, “Um, Tenà, we should be off,” she said
nervously, “This weather is rather unusual; the king will be concerned for your
safety.”
“It is rather odd, isn’t it?
Tenà un-tucked her dress. “My shoes please.”
Not wanting to get any
closer to the wolf then she absolutely had to, Enisa stretched as far as she
could, handing Tenà her shoes with trembling hands.
“Thank you.”
Attired properly Tenà looked
down patting Xantara, “Appears the season’s first rain is arriving a bit early
this year.”
Watching Tenà interact with
the massive beast made Enisa’s heart race, but didn’t seem to faze Vinard in
the slightest.
Kneeling down, Tenà gently
cradled Xantara’s muzzle in her hands. “I promise I
will
see you tomorrow. Now please, return to your family.” Tenà glimpsed the sky.
“Find some shelter; it looks like we’re in for a nasty storm.” Leaning forward
Tenà kissed her furry companion’s nose and gave her a tight hug around her
thick neck.
Standing up Tenà’s rose fell
from behind her ear, “Oops,” Tenà picked it up quickly. “I would hate to lose
this. Thank you again, Xantara.” Tenà stroked the wolf one last time. “Bye.”
The trio set off for home.
Sniffing her flower, Tenà
looked back at Xantara. Enisa turned as well and saw the wolf had remained at
the forest’s edge.
“Tomorrow; I’ll see you
then,” Tenà called out.
Nearing a bend in the road,
Tenà looked over her shoulder once more, as did Enisa; the wolf was fading into
the forest.
“That was unusual,” Tenà
commented. “She’s never behaved in such a manner before. Although I am pleased
you were finally able to meet her.”
“Was a pleasure,” Vinard
said.
Enisa just nodded.
I could have gone an entire lifetime without
meeting that beast and that would have been perfectly fine by me.
For her own peace of mind
Enisa looked back one last time. She needed to know for certain the wolf was
actually gone. She had never much cared for animals, much less those large
enough to maim and kill you in a matter of seconds.
The three quickly made their
way back through the cold and darkening city.
“What are you smiling
about?” Vinard asked suspiciously.
Enisa turned. Tenà was
beaming. Is there anything that man
doesn’t notice?
Tenà chuckled, “I was just
thinking about what the girls said earlier, about Prince Kalleel.”
Enisa glanced at Vinard;
unable to read his expression.
“So it is that you fancy him?” Vinard teased.
Blushing, Tenà looked at the
ground, “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“A little,” Tenà confessed,
“Do you think
Béo
will show up tonight?”
“Admirable change of
subject,” Vinard praised.
Tenà bit her lip, “That was
good, right?”
“Exceedingly.” Vinard let
the subject drop.
Taken aback by the mention
of Béo, Enisa looked at Tenà. “What on earth made you think of Béo?” she asked,
breathing easy for the first time since they had left the wood.
Tenà shrugged, “I don’t
know; he just crossed my mind. It’s been forever since I’ve seen him.”
Vinard chuckled, “Well,
isn’t that how the lad works? He just sort of shows up out of the blue.”
“Yes,” Tenà laughed, “That’s
exactly how he works.” Her smile grew. “So I guess that means there’s a good
chance he’ll show up tonight…He’s such a good friend and doesn’t come around
nearly enough. I do enjoy his company.”
Reaching the gates of Darvah
the first echoes of distant thunder rumbled. Tenà cast a wary glance skyward,
“This weather is so curious.” Shivering, she wrapped her arms around herself
and walked hurriedly.
“It’s a bit spooky if you
ask me,” Enisa said.
“You read too many of those
goblin and ghoooully books, Enisa,” Vinard teased pretending his hands were
claws.
Tenà and Vinard laughed.
“Well, you might consider
putting down your sword every now and again and picking up a book. Try
expanding your mind instead of your muscles,” Enisa retorted.
“You didn’t seem to mind my
muscles or my sword back at the wood,” he said smugly.
“That…that was diff…”
“Enough,” Tenà laughed. “You
two, I swear. Sometimes you’re worse than a couple of children.”
When they reached the door
of Darvah, Daemyn, the royal family’s seneschal, opened it. “Good evening, My
Lady.” Daemyn bowed.
Tenà tipped her head
slightly, “Good evening, Daemyn.”
“Ladies, this is where I
leave you.” Turning, Vinard departed.
“Bye, Vinard.”
“See you in a bit,” Tenà
called.
“That you will,” he called
back.
Stepping over the threshold
Tenà froze dead in her tracks. Turning, she looked out into the darkening city.
Somewhere in the distance, a lone wolf cried out, its howl reverberating
through the frigid night air.
“Come, My Lady, we must get
you ready,” Enisa insisted, wanting desperately to get out of the cold.
The wind whipped Tenà’s hair
around her beautiful face as she looked out at the purple autumn twilight.
“Wait,” Tenà said, not taking her eyes away from the sky, “This is how I will
remember the first day of my new life.”
“What?” Enisa tried to make
sense of Tenà’s bizarre proclamation, “What are you on about?”
“I don’t know, Enisa, I just
know my life is somehow going to change on this
night. Something amazing is going to happen, I can feel it.”
Enisa could hear Tenà’s
excitement.
Bright eyed, Tenà looked at
Enisa. “Seriously, I can feel it! Can’t you?” Tenà looked at Enisa expectantly.
“Come stand here next to me.” Tenà insisted.
Reluctantly Enisa stepped
into the doorway beside Tenà, she could
feel it. There was something about this night. Enisa tried to commit this
moment to memory. The sweet smell of the crisp autumn air, the echoing howl of
the solitary wolf, the shimmering silver beams of the full moon that now rose
high into the amethyst-tinted sky—and Lady Tenà.
For the first time, Enisa
saw the beautiful little girl she had taken care of for so many years as a
grown-up woman.
Bright flashes of lightning
streaked across the purple sky.
Turning to Enisa, Tenà
smiled, “Let’s go.”
Even for her, this is unusual,
Enisa
thought. Her own emotions teetered somewhere between concern and elation.
But perhaps there is something exceptional
about this night?
Walking to her room, Tenà
laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m ready,” Tenà said
simply.
Enisa’s brow furrowed,
“Ready for what exactly?”
Stopping, Tenà looked out a
window. Boisterous thunder shook the glass panel while gusts of wind blew
blinding sheets of rain upon it. The silvery light from the full moon mixed
with endless lightning strikes lit up the remarkable purple sky. Nothing about
this night felt normal. The bay of the lone wolf could still be heard in the
distance, punctuating the imminent feeling in the air. “Anything,” Tenà said confidently, continuing to gaze out the window, “anything destiny has in store for me. Tonight is going to be amazing, Enisa.” Turning, Tenà beamed, “you’ll see.”
Chapter 2 The End of the Beginning “Evil brings men together.” ~Aristotle
The energy in the air was palpable. Entering the grand ball room, Tenà seemed to move in slow motion. Thunderous applause rang out, echoing. The moment felt like a dream. The purple and silver gown Tenà wore was exquisite, her long dark hair was elegantly swept up, and in it a perfectly placed purple rose. As for her face she wore a dual layered mask. Tenà took her place center stage at her father’s side, ready to greet their numerous guests. King Jonrae took a step forward and the room fell silent. “Good evening one and all. I am pleased to see that so many of you could join us on this auspicious occasion, thank you. Tonight we celebrate another abundant year, while remembering those who have passed, welcoming those who will carry our future and mapping out the coming year.” Tenà gazed out over the crowd as her father spoke. “It is also my understanding that a few of our visiting dignitaries,” Jonrae glanced down, giving Prince Kalleel a grin, “have some rather relevant announcements to make as well.” “Again, welcome everyone.” The king turned to Tenà, “Is there anything you wish to add, daughter?” Smiling brightly Tenà stepped forward. “As my father said, welcome and thank you for joining us. Now, with no further ado,” Tenà clapped twice, “let the festivities begin.” Turning back to her father Tenà curtsied. The king leaned forward, whispering something in Tenà’s ear. Tenà smiled and nodded. Jonrae returned the smile and kissed Tenà on the cheek. The pair exited the stage in opposite directions. Prince Kalleel greeted Tenà with a deep bow as she stepped off the stage. Curtsying, Tenà offered the prince her hand. He kissed it lightly. “Shall we?” he asked placing Tenà’s hand on his arm. “By all means,” Tenà blushed, glancing at Vinard who stood beside her. “You look amazing, Tenà,” Kal said as they strolled off. Vinard and Enisa followed. “Thank you, Kal, you look quite striking yourself.” Vinard rolled his eyes, twit. Tenà spent a majority of the night with Prince Kalleel, dancing, talking and laughing. Enisa and Vinard sat at a near by table, per Tenà’s request. Vinard watched Kal and Tenà as the night went on. “You don’t really think she’s going to choose him, do you, Enisa?” Vinard asked never taking his eyes from Tenà. “I certainly think there’s a genuine possibility. Why, do you not like him?” Vinard huffed, continuing to observe Tenà. “I don’t know, I just think she could do much better.” “Like you?” “Yes—what?” Vinard looked at Enisa, humiliated. “No! I meant no.” Enisa laughed, “I may be getting on in years, Vinard, but I’m not blind. You’re not the only observant one around here.” Enisa’s eyes where compassionate. “Just talk to her, my dear, she will listen to what you have to say.” “And what is it exactly that I should say?” he questioned cynically. “That you love her,” Enisa said simply. Vinard’s gaze wandered back to Tenà who was laughing at something ‘clever’ the twit must have said.
“You make it sound so easy,”
he groaned.
“Is it not?”
Vinard shook his head, “I do
not believe so.”
“The way I see things,”
Enisa glanced briefly at Tenà before continuing, “You have a couple of options.
One, take your chances and tell Tenà how you really feel and see where it
leads. Two, say nothing and accept that she will
eventually marry someone who is not you. But if you choose to say nothing your
jealousy will eventually force you out of her life forever.”
Vinard grimaced, weighing
Enisa’s words carefully. He knew she was right. “I will consider it, Enisa…all
of it.”
Enisa grinned, “Good boy.”
Standing up, she placed her hand on Vinard’s shoulder, “It’s going to be
alright. Now, if you will excuse me, I’ll be right back.”
Vinard managed a weak smile,
“I’ll be here.”
“I know you will,” Enisa
patted Vinard’s shoulder. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
Vinard resumed watching Tenà. I’ll be right here, doing nothing, like
I‘ve done for far too long. Perhaps Enisa is right, maybe I should say
something to Tenà. But if she does not choose me I will lose her forever. Vinard
couldn’t take his eyes off Tenà.
Would
she seriously consider me? I may have stood a chance long ago, but now…so much
has changed.
Enisa’s return pushed all
Vinard’s woes from his mind.
Enisa appeared almost
frantic.
“What’s wrong, Enisa?”
Vinard asked alarmed.
Shaking her head Enisa
looked around the ballroom nervously, “I’m not sure.” Her eyes settled on Tenà.
“Enisa, what happened?”
“I received some disturbing
information.”
Vinard immediately became
concerned; Enisa had never been one to over react. “What sort of information?”
Leaning in close Enisa spoke
in hushed tones, her eyes filled with tears as she explained to Vinard what she
had been told. Taking a deep breath, Enisa choked back her emotions waiting for
Vinard’s reaction.
Vinard’s eyes locked upon
Tenà once more.
“We must tell her
immediately, Vinard.”
Vinard nodded. “I agree,” he
said reluctantly.
Enisa collected herself,
then she and Vinard went to Tenà. Once the trio was safely away from
inquisitive ears Enisa and Vinard explained the situation. The three agreed on
what they believed to be a reasonable solution.
Together Enisa and Vinard
watched as Tenà disappeared into the inky black night.
“Did we do the right thing?”
Enisa wondered aloud.
Vinard shook his head
slightly. “I honestly do not know, but I pray to the gods above that we did.”
Shivering, Tenà made her way
quickly through the frigid night air toward the Forest of Nombin. She had never
been in the wood at this time. With the witching hour rapidly approaching, the
peace and serenity this place once offered could no longer be felt; replacing
it was a feeling of foreboding.
Maybe he was wrong, maybe he misunderstood. But what if he’s
right? Either way, I cannot return until the truth has been ascertained.
Tenà
looked around. Where do I go, which way?
Fighting to get to the heart
of the forest, with only the light from the moon guiding her, the blackness of
the night began to close in around Tenà.
You
can do this, everything will be fine; no-one knows this forest like you.
Thick fog slithered like a
phantom, imprisoning everything it touched within its murkiness. Tenà could
feel eyes watching her from every direction.
It’s your imagination; it’s only your imagination. Keep
moving, just keep moving. You must find a place to hide.
Moving through the wood cautiously,
but quickly, Tenà kept a wary eye. Swirling black clouds rushed over the moon
blocking its silvery glow and bringing to life the haunting shadows lying in
wait.
There’s nothing there, there is nothing there, just move.
Running, Tenà threw herself
to the ground thinking she heard a spear flying toward her.
Just a damn owl! Pull yourself together,
girl!
Getting up, Tenà pushed
forward; rushing past the unseen ghosts lurking in the darkness, watching. The
howling wind made the tiny hairs on the back of her neck prickle as it ripping
through the forest like a disembodied voice searching for a host.
Tenà ran as fast as she
could. Her dress repeatedly snagged on the thick foliage, slowing her down.
Moving faster, trying to outrun the demons hiding in the shadows, Tenà was
certain she heard twigs snapping behind her. I beg, please be the wolves, please.
Tenà hit the ground again as
a bolt of lightning collided with the top of a massive tree. The deafening
explosion obliterated the stillness of the night. Tenà looked back as
billions of tiny sparks rained down illuminating the forest floor. That’s when
she saw them; her heart skipped a beat. Not even in her worst nightmares could
she have imagined this.
Shadows of
several enormous hunters dressed in black leather armor ran through
the fog-obscured night.
If I keep running they’ll hear me, but I must stay ahead of
them!
Tenà moved as quietly and
quickly as she could; hiding behind trees, rocks, and whatever else she could
find. Terror coursed through her veins as she ran for her life through the
stormy night.
Those who pursued her moved
with the stealth of shadows.
“There she is!”
Fighting her way, tooth and
nail through the forest bramble, undergrowth clawed at her from every
direction. Tenà’s gown was rapidly being reduced to rags. Her long hair fell
into her eyes, unraveling from its once perfect arrangement atop her head,
making it difficult to see. Thick branches from trees and bushes struck her
bare skin over and over, stinging like whips.
Covered from head to toe
with cuts, blood and earth, Tenà desperately pressed on; doing everything she
could think of to evade the hunters who sought to kill her.
With the heart of the storm
rapidly approaching relentless pounding exploded in Tenà’s head. She couldn’t
tell if the deafening noise came from the hammering of her heart, which felt
like it was about to explode, or the crashing thunder roaring overhead.
Overcome with fear and
barely able to breathe yet determined to live, Tenà continued weaving her way
through the forest. Hastily looking back over her shoulder a blast of lightning
lit up the entire forest, revealing her pursers.
Tenà could not believe her
eyes. She was outraged. No! No!!! Why are
they
trying to kill me? This cannot be happening.
Tenà’s
brain could not accept what she was seeing.
This is madness...it just cannot be.
Tenà recognized Sir Gwilam
at once by his distinctive armor. Sir Gwilam was also known as the Duke of
Vaspear, and High Constable of Montronvarr’s army,
her
army. With him were several of the finest centenaurs who had ever come out of
the great nation of Montronvarr. Together these men, superior archers, along
with eleven men-at-arms, made up the king’s personal guard. Tenà knew first hand
what these men where capable of and knew she could not elude
them forever.
Unnerved, Tenà gulped a
lungful of air, choking on it. Coughing, eyes watering, Tenà struggled to stay
upright and moving.
Relentlessly Gwilam stalked
his quarry through the misty shadows, savagely slicing his way through the thick
forests.
Never stopping for long,
Tenà fought to maintain as much distance as she could between her and her
stalkers, who were relentlessly pressing in.
Thunder pounded overhead
like ominous war drums while bolts of lightning continued ripping through the
black night sky, illuminating the forest with bright flashes.
Desperately trying to figure
a way out of her hellish nightmare Tenà zigzagged her way through the nearly
impenetrable timber. Frustrated and tired of being slowed down, Tenà hid behind
a large tree for a moment. Lifting her skirts she removed a dagger fastened to
her thigh; quickly slicing off several layers of fabric.
Able to move faster Tenà
continued through the forest, but not fast enough. Gwilam and his men were
steadily closing the gap.
Panting heavily Tenà
continued through the undergrowth. Her mind began to swim, unable to fathom how
her life had taken such an inconceivable turn.
Lost in a haze of confusion
Tenà hadn’t noticed the onslaught of deadly arrows and spears racing toward her.
Clearing her head just in time, she threw herself behind a large boulder. The
arrows all sailed past, how’d…why didn’t
any of those…never mind that,
think…think!
Quickly pushing herself up
Tenà turned to run, but couldn’t move. She was stuck. Lightning flashed,
exposing the men that where quickly advancing. Tenà knew if she didn’t get out
of there her life would be over.
Tenà tugged and pulled but
couldn’t feel or see what she was caught on, but she could see her soldiers. They were mere meters
away.
“We’ve got her, move,” she
heard the captain mutter. He was right and Tenà knew it. Oh God, not like this,
please.
Dropping to her knees, heart hammering and breathless,
Tenà sat beside the boulder that had just saved her life…Would she die here?
“Where is she?” Gwilam
demanded. “She was just here, she never moved.”
All the soldiers stood
around her now, some less than a meter away.
Tenà watched in confusion as
the soldiers looked for her.
What are
they playing at?
Gwilam stalked around the
area, finally stopping directly in front of Tenà. He stood so close she could
smell the leather of his armor.
Panicking and baffled, Tenà pushed
herself as close to the rock as she could. Can
they really not see me?
“Find her, now!” Gwilam
snarled.
Tenà had no idea how or why
they could not see her, but she was certain she was about to blow her cover.
She fought it back desperately but just couldn’t stop Mother Nature. Her sneeze
rang out like an explosion and everyone stopped.
Frozen, Tenà sat motionless
waiting for them to finally acknowledge her.
“Where did that come from?”
Gwilam demanded.
“Over there, I think.” One
of the men pointed toward a large tree.
They still can’t see me?
“We’re all going to lose our
heads if we do not carry out this mission,” Tenà heard a soldier beside her
whisper to another.
That was the last straw; she
needed to know why all this was happening. She would use her invisibility to
her advantage. Closing her eyes Tenà said a little prayer,
please don’t let them see me. I don’t know
how or why they cannot see me but, I must know why all this is happening.
Please keep me concealed. Fists clenched, Tenà took a deep breath, “Sir
Gwilam,” she called out warily. Gwilam spun around, looking in the wrong
direction. “Where is she hiding?” he roared. Tenà exhaled,
thank you, God.
“Sir
Gwilam,
why do you and your men do this, why do you seek to kill me? Have I
wronged one among you in some way?” Desperation
saturated Tenà’s confused words.
“Find her!” Gwilam growled
between gritted teeth. Gwilam collected himself. “This
is not personal, Lady Tenà. It is just the way
things must be. I give you my word; if you give yourself up I will
make this as quick and painless as possible.” Gwilam scrutinized the
forest as he spoke, “Tis pointless to continue
running, you will not escape us. It does truly pain me to have to do this, My
Lady.”
The sincerity that had crept
into Gwilam’s words puzzled Tenà further, causing even more thoughts and questions
to bounce around wildly in her head. What does he mean;
‘it does truly pain me’?
Then why do it? This is completely insane. Tenà
needed to know more. “Then
why do it? Whose orders do you act upon?” she demanded.
Each time Tenà spoke her
voice came from a different direction. Her words seemed to bounce about, never
staying stationary. The soldiers scattered searching in bushes and up trees far
from where she truly sat.
Walking back and forth mere
meters from where Tenà sat Gwilam never once looking in her direction.
“We act upon Baroness
Arona’s orders,
Princess.” Gwilam divulged snidely. “It appears that your mere existence is,
hmm…how
shall I say?” Gwilam ran his hand under his chin, “it is a bit of an
obstruction to her plans.” Arona? Tenà was infuriated. Who the hell is she to be giving orders to my army, much less telling
them to kill me?
But more importantly, why do they follow her directive? Tenà could hear several of the men whispering, “Where is she? How is she
moving so fast?”
“We can play at this cat and
mouse game for a myriad of hours, My Lady it does you no good. We
must complete our mission.” Gwilam paused. “Spread out,” he hissed, “and find her, now!” Tenà had seen nothing significant happen, but something had clearly
changed.
Gwilam was now furious; he spoke with a viciousness Tenà had never heard.
“By night’s end you
will
cease to exist, Your Majesty,” he proclaimed loudly into the black night.
A blood-curdling chill flowed
through Tenà as Gwilam’s brutal words burrowed into her brain.
Head swimming, Tenà choked
down the knot lodged in her throat, “What plans do I obstruct?” she
asked. “The Baroness has spoken naught of any
plans and has no
authority to give you orders. Why do you follow them?” she challenged. Standing mere millimeters from Tenà now, Gwilam
expelled a vile, howling laugh. “Now, Princess, if the Baroness
could have entrusted you with her plans, would we be here in the middle of
the wood
in the dead of night? I think not,” Gwilam taunted sarcastically, “and we act
upon her orders because we think it best…because we desire longevity.”
Gwilam’s men erupted in a
bout of barbaric laughter. Endless lightning strikes cast an eerie red glow
against the maggot white faces of Tenà’s would be executioners. Was she hallucinating?
Their teeth looked like razor sharp fangs in the bloody glow, and their eyes!—horror-struck,
Tenà stared into their beastly eyes, flashes of lightening punctuating their
deranged madness.
Were her eyes playing tricks
on her? Immobilizing panic grabbed hold of Tenà, she couldn’t breathe. Am I losing my mind? She did not want to
know anymore.
“Where is she?” Gwilam
demanded.
One of the soldiers climbed
atop the boulder Tenà sat against; terrified he might bump into her, she moved
as far under the rock as possible curling into a ball.
Dirt fell into Tenà’s eyes
as the man moved around just above her. She dared not move.
“Where is she?” Gwilam
roared. “Lady Tenà? Lady Tenà!”
Searching for their victim the
soldiers moved away from the immediate area.
Tenà tired to figure out her
next move. Do I stay here, do I leave?
Can I leave? Tenà gave her leg a tug, it was loose. What do I do now? She looked around. I can’t stay here all night and if they come back they might see me...
how did they not see me to begin with? Am I still invisible?
Shaking from fear and the
stinging cold, Tenà stood up slightly, examining her surroundings. The
assassins were moving meters away. Maybe
I should run back to the castle? If they can not see me…I might make it.
Quietly Tenà got to her
feet; still petrified she forcefully willed her limbs to move.
Which way do I go?
“There she is!”
Tenà hadn’t seen the soldier
standing just a few meters away. Her mind was made up for her, there was only
one way to go from here.
Pushing her way forward,
deeper into the timber, Tenà battled her way through countless obstacles hidden
within the blackened forest.
The chaos of fear coupled
with the blackness of night began to constrict around Tenà, suffocating
her
consciousness
like a python, slowly tightening, crushing…smothering her sanity.
It took only a few minutes
for Tenà to realize she did not hear the men following her but she did hear
something, the one sound she’d been truly dreading. Wide-eyed and
panic-stricken, Tenà whipped her head around to see behind her.
No! “Set your mark!” Gwilam
shouted.
The marksmen where
assembling, she knew they wouldn’t miss. Oh
God, this is it, move, move, move!
Alarm shot through the
terrorized woman. Tenà didn’t think it possible for her heart to pound any
harder nor beat any faster, but it did. She almost became hysterical when she
heard Gwilam’s next order.
“Release!”
The ruthless hunter’s loosed
a volley of arrows simultaneously. Swiftly the swarm of artillery made its way
toward her, its designated mark.
Running as fast as her legs would carry her, Tenà could feel the lethal
weaponry drawing closer. The unmistakable hiss from the bloodthirsty blades
ripped through the frigid night air reverberated off countless trees. Terror
sliced through Tenà. Arrows rushed past as she dashed and dodged from side to
side. She only just evaded the bombardment.
Teetering on the edge of insanity,
Tenà’s mind became lost in a dizzying succession of thoughts.
Help
me, dear God, please help me. If this is a nightmare please let me wake up
before I die. Why is this happening?
Terrified beyond
comprehension, Tenà’s heart pounded violently. It felt like a beast frantically
clawing inside her chest trying to rip its way out.
With breakneck speed, Tenà
jumped behind a large oak tree as
another
shower of deadly arrows rained down around her.
Standing in the protective
shadow of the mighty oak Tenà doubled over, attempting to catch her breath.
Chest heaving, she labored to pull oxygen into her lungs. Her uncomfortably
snug corset made it difficult to breathe.
Once the battery of deadly
missiles ceased, Tenà carefully edged forward trying to see past the sheltering
tree. Forked lightning hit three trees directly in front of her, illuminating a
solitary spear hurtling directly at her. Jerking back, Tenà hid behind her
oak shield once more.
The clouds overhead surged
with a roar of earth-shaking thunder, concealing Tenà’s ear piercing screams.
The razor-sharp blade had
hit its mark.
Drawing in a sharp breath
Tenà instinctively pressed her hand over the searing laceration running the
length of her right cheek. The pain was excruciating. This is not happening. This
is NOT happening!
Tenà took short quick
breaths, desperately fighting the urge to scream as warm blood ran through her
fingers and down her neck. She refused to give the bloodthirsty hunters the
satisfaction of knowing they had injured her.
Doing her best to stay calm,
Tenà pushed her back tight against the rough damp bark of the tree. She
struggled to think of a rational solution to this vicious confrontation.
Having been in this wood
hundreds of times Tenà knew there were loads of places to hide. But at that
moment finding one proved impossible. The soldiers right on top of her.
Trapped behind the thick oak
tree, Tenà quickly became frantic knowing the soldiers where
just a few painful heartbeats away.
Deliberating, she could
think of nothing else. It’s my only choice…eventually they will
capture me.
Resolute in her decision,
Tenà knew she had only one option.
If I am fated to die
on this night, it will be on my terms and no one else’s.
With the end drawing near
and the huntsmen quickly advancing, Tenà
made one final attempt to have her life spared. There wasn’t much distance now
between her and those sent to murder her. Tenà could see Gwilam clearly at the
front of the hunting party, his long red hair and distinctive armor was
difficult to miss. She prayed he might somehow find it in his heart to call off
this unjustified pursuit, but she wouldn’t bet her life on it.
Taking a deep breath Tenà
shouted in the direction of the approaching assassin’s. “Sir
Gwilam,
please, I’ve been good to you and your family, to all of you.” Tenà’s pleading
voice quivered, “Please tell me what it is that I have done to deserve this; I
am entitled to at least that much, am I not?” For just a second all the men paused as did Gwilam,
that’s all she needed. Yes…Without
waiting for Gwilam’s response, Tenà
leapt out
from behind her oak guardian and was off like a flash.
Running as fast as she
could, Tenà ignored the clawing branches attacking her from every angle,
ripping and tugging at her flesh and shredded gown.
She knew once she was beyond
the trees and shrubs that slowed her down she would be able to run full out,
but could she out run the soldiers and more importantly could she continue
evading their artillery?
The dense forest began to
thin and Tenà picked up speed. Soon the forest became little more than a blur
as she sped toward the cliffs of Nombin.
Finally Tenà reached
the grassy meadow she’d been anticipating. There was nothing here to
slow her down.
The murky fog swirled like
smoke as she ran through it, then almost instantly, the fog dissolved as the
clouds overhead released their pent-up rage in a turbulent downpour.
Paying no heed to the storm
surrounding her, Tenà concentrated on extracting every ounce of strength that
she could from her exhausted body. Accelerating faster than she ever had
before, it was only a matter of seconds until the cliffs came into view as did
a volley of spears and arrows, each slicing through the air around her, only
just missing their mark.
The pound, pound, pounding
of Tenà’s heart exploded in her ears, booming relentlessly as the winged
messengers of death flew past her one by one. Desperately, she wanted to scream
into the night as a torrent of questions bombarded her brain.
How has my life come to this? Am I not a
good person? Have I not been a true friend? What have I done that would warrant
death as my punishment? Father—what will become of my father?
Tenà began falling to pieces
as feelings of dread and horror coursed through her veins like
ravenous venom. But the terror she felt was not from running or from being
chased, or even from the artillery hell-bent on killing her. It was from the
realization that she was about to end her own life.
Looking back over her
shoulder for the last time, Tenà saw the soldiers closing in. Tears streamed
down her dirt and blood-stained face as her every thought, every emotion became
frenzied. Will I make it to the cliffs
edge before a spear impales…
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